Word: coverly
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Dates: during 1940-1940
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...with a silver spoon in his mouth, of U. S. aristocracy. His mother, Catherine Key Pittman, was of the Marshalls of Virginia, and descendant of Francis Scott Key; his father, William Buckner Pittman, had as ancestors the Pittmans of North Carolina, the Buckners of Kentucky. It was a magazine cover that made a frontiersman out of wealthy, idle, spoiled young Key Pittman-perhaps the last old frontiersman to sit in the U. S. Senate. One day in 1892 (he was 20) he was leaning on his cue in a Tuscaloosa, Ala. poolroom, when he saw on a chair a brilliantly...
...subject into clear focus. It also supplies experience in research and organization night of yawning over Widener tomes. In many courses, papers might well be substituted for hour exams, which are at best an unsatisfactory method of testing a student's knowledge. Not infrequently these mid-semester quizzes cover such a broad range of material that a student can get a better mark merely by reading over his lecture notes than by outlining the assigned reading. In other subjects an evening of work, even if a student has done little previous reading, will supply enough information to carry him through...
...Cover) Above the Potomac on a hill southeast of Georgetown, not far from where the new national Capitol was abuilding, black-thatched, hot-eyed Lieut. Colonel William Ward Burrows, Commandant...
...freedom and in peace." Secretary of War Henry Lewis Stimson, 73, stepped to the jar. Fragile, twittery Lieut. Colonel (retired) Charles R. Morris, who blindfolded Newton D. Baker for the first draft drawings of World War I, did the same for Mr. Stimson (with a bandage made from the cover of a chair in Independence Hall, sanitized with a sheet of Kleenex). Secretary Stimson gingerly put his left hand in the jar, took the first capsule he touched, handed it to Mr. Roosevelt. The President, old stager that he was, glanced at the newsreel and radio men, got their...
...Wintringham is no Sandhurst diehard, but his dope on warfare is from the inside. At 18 he joined the Royal Flying Corps and served in France as air gunner, dispatch rider, machine-gunner. At 38 he went to Spain to cover the civil war as a Leftist newspaperman. He had the face of a public-school don, but his heart was made of soldiering stuff. In spare time he boned up on automatic weapons, began instructing International brigadiers how to use them, wound up as commander of the British battalion. He was cool as a glass of iced manzanilla...